A tale to tell, one that is not so well. It would hide away, hoping to play. No-one would listen, no-one would help. They all thought the tale, was to sad to tell.
It had a sad life, it hid without a fright. Wanting to make friends, With those who hated him to the end. The tale would slowly fade, as it was about to end. Yet, at the last moment light flickered beyond others gaze. It showed a smile, while others frown. It saw the person, they wished the find.
Yet, the person was like them but not like the rest. It was upset and hated be forgotten. So it was another tale, wanting to be told. Yet no one like this tale, as it's cover was to bold.
So the two tales joined together, mending broken hearts and each other. Now we all know their tale, so we can remember, not to judge a book by its cover.
© DarkShadow